Chapter 7

BPOV

I awoke to the pitter-patter of the rain outside. I groggily lifted my head to peer out the window. Clouds covered the sky, completely obscuring the sun. I found out it is barely ever sunny in Forks. I bet it's one of the cities that receive the most amount of rainfall/precipitation yearly. It never rained this much in Oregon. There were a lot of plants in Oregon, but Forks is greener. The amount of green was giving me a headache.

I lay back down and massaged my head. Once the pain had subsided, I sat straight up. Slowly. I don't want to get dizzy or anything. I shot a look at the clock; it said 8:23.

I recalled the past day. I remember barely the seconds before my deep sleep.

Someone had come and taken my tray. I know it was Edward. I'm positive. What I'm not sure of is what he said. The words I had heard him pronounce were "Good night, my Bella."

'My Bella'? I doubt he said the 'my'. He probably said 'um' or he stuttered. I bet he was trying to figure out my name. He didn't care about me and he would never ever say MY Bella.

So, now I've cleared that doubt. I didn't like the outcome. It would have been really cute and lovely if he had really said that. I would have died if he'd said that. But he didn't.

I pulled away from the depressing thought and stretched. I had slept in the same clothes I had come in which wasn't the best idea. I felt filthy and stiff. I rubbed my eyes to fully wake myself up.

The kitten was just opening her eyes. She looked at me and pounced off the pillow, which was very big compared to her size. She ended up flipping off the pillow and face planting on the cushiony mattress. The kitten stood up, despite the plummet and scuttled over to me. I took her in my arms and gazed into her unique blue eyes. She started meowing, which I translated into 'I'm hungry'.

I trotted to the door and tentatively left the room. I looked both ways down the hallway, like I was crossing the street, to see if anyone was there. It was just some impulse; I don't know why I did it. I walked silently down the stairs, barefoot. I found my way to the kitchen.

It felt odd to be standing there. I had come here in the first place for food and here I stood in their kitchen. I felt bad when I had first broken in, but I felt worse with them knowing I was here. It was like I was forcing them to do this. It's hard to explain. You think about it.

I leaned against the wood, just staring at nothing in particular.

"Bella, you're up. Good morning."

I spun around to face Esme's smiling face.

"Oh, good morning Esme. I didn't see you coming."

"Are you hungry, dear?"

"Um, not really" I lied. My stomach had to disagree with me, as it released a soft rumble.

Esme looked at me, her eyebrow raised. "Come on, I'll fix you something."

"Esme, you don't have to. I can make something myself"

"Nonsense. But can you get the cat food? We bought some yesterday. It's in the cupboard over there."

"Sure. Anything to help."

I opened the little door and searched for the bag. I finally spotted the bag and clasped my hand around it. I took it and placed it on the table. Esme gave me a small plastic plate and a cup of water. I poured some of the 'Friskies' niblets on the plate and some of the water. The food dry would be too hard for her to chew. I placed the plate on the floor and let my kitten eat.

I stood of straight and saw Esme placing a scrambled egg next to the toast on a plate. She slid the plate and utensils across the table to where I was sitting. I also noticed strawberries, apple pieces, and grapes on the dish. What a nutritious breakfast. I have never had this kind of breakfast since mom died. After that breakfast would be cereal, apple or cereal bar. I gaped at the platter, my mouth watering.

"Is it okay, Bella? Is something wrong?" Esme panicked.

"No, no", I answered quickly to help her nervousness dissipate. "It looks absolutely delicious."

Esme turned around and grabbed a cup from the cabinet and then went to the refrigerator. She took out an orange juice carton and poured some in. Esme placed it back and set the cup near my plate.

I took my fork and picked up some of the egg. I took a bite as Esme studied me expectantly, waiting for my reaction.

"It's perfectly scrumptious, Esme. Thank you very much."

Her lips formed a relieved smile, which I immediately returned. I continued to eat; I relished every bite. When I finished I carried the empty plate to the sink.

"Bella, I can wash it."

"No, Esme, I insist. You cooked, but I'll clean. Please, let me."

I instantly widened my eyes when I finished speaking. I just ordered her to do something! It wasn't a big one, but it was an order despite that. Shoot, I should have stopped myself. I've been messing up a lot lately.

"Alright then, Bella. Thank you."

"It's… um no problem."

"When you're done, you can go take a shower. It's at the end of the hallway on the first floor. There is a towel in you closet."

I stared at her retreating figure as she exited the kitchen. She must have let my mistake slide. These people can be very tolerant, with the exception of Rosalie of course.

I turned on the faucet and began to wash the plate with the soft sponge. I cleaned the objects thoroughly and set them down in the other side of the sink. I dried my hands with the towel resting the counter. After wiping my hands dry, I threw the plate of cat food in the trash.

I headed upstairs to bathe. I took an outfit and my toiletries from my pack. I went to the closet and grabbed the towel that was indeed in there. I carried them to the bathroom where I set them down. I turned on the water, waiting for it to get to a comfortable temperature. I undressed and got in when it was hot enough. The soothing water soaked me completely. I washed my hair with the travel-sized shampoo I had packed and washed my body with freesia soap. Even though I was done, I stayed in the shower until the water cooled down. That's when I shut the water off and dried myself. I wrapped my hair in the towel and began dressing. I brushed through the many knots in my hair and ended up pulling it up. I exited the bathroom with my things and put my things back in my room.

I went downstairs and entered the kitchen once again. Where was Esme? That's when I noticed that I didn't know where my kitty was. I got down on my knees and crawled around in search of the lost kitten. I called for her, made kissing sounds and even began 'meowing'. Apparently, she isn't in the kitchen. I got up and began walking around for her. I was really starting to worry. What if she got really scared or got trapped behind something.

I spotted Esme in the backyard. I found something. They had a magnificent garden. I couldn't marvel for long. I headed to her.

"Esme, have you seen my kitten? I don't know where she has gone."

"She's here. She was walking in the hallway so I took her outside. I'm sorry I made you worry."

I sent a reassuring smile, telling her that it was fine. I was comforted with Esme words and the sight of my kitten exploring the wide variety of plants.

My thoughts moved from my kitten to a sudden realization. On my quest of finding my kitten, a sudden realization came to mind. I hadn't run into anyone.

"Esme, where is everyone?"

"They went to school, Bella. And Carlisle has gone to work at the hospital." She explained.

Oh, right. Today is Monday; a school day. It's been 2 days since I ran away. It really doesn't seem like two days. So many events have occurred since Friday. Everything seems so surreal; the train, being kicked out, the walk, getting lost, breaking in, getting caught. I didn't stick to my plan. I can't believe how the outcome came to be.

"Bella, would you like to garden with me?" Esme's voice snapped my attention to her.

"I would love to."

She motioned for me to follow her. We headed to a shed at the side of the house. She unlocked the large doors and got her tools. I helped her carry them to the back porch. Esme told me fill the watering can and set it down on the porch. Esme lent me some of her gloves. She gave me instructions; I was given gardening scissors to cut off the sick leaves of each plant. We set out and began working. My task was simple, but it proved hard when I was at it for about 10 minutes. They had one large garden. I was beginning to sweat under the cloud-filled sky. Esme was making sure each plant was firmly set in the soil and she didn't look spent at all. Esme wasn't even sweating! I told myself that she wasn't tired because she had been gardening for some time. Ten minutes later, I had finished the entire garden. I wiped the sweat from my eyebrow and took deep breaths. I had begun to feel dizzy.

"Bella, you should go lie down. You've done a lot. Take a glass of water from the kitchen and head to your room. Thank you for helping me."

"Thank you for letting me help."

Esme just responded with a sweet smile and shooed me into the house. I filled myself a glass of water and glugged it down. When I was satisfied, I washed the cup and walked lazily to the guest room. I plopped down on the welcoming bed and got under the covers. I went into a light slumber.

I awoke 3 hours later at 1 o' clock. I was fully refreshed and wide- awake. I was also ravenous. I got of bed for the second time that day and headed back down to the kitchen to find Esme already cooking something.

"I thought you were going to wake up soon and have an appetite. So I started to make lunch." Esme answered my questioning expression.

She was cooking some chicken and steaming some vegetables. I spotted a small bowl of salad already made. Esme finished cooking and gave me the food. Once again, the food was heavenly.

"Esme, you can really cook." I complimented.

"Why, thank you very much."

"Aren't you going to eat, Esme?"

Esme stiffened slightly at my question, "I've already eaten." Her voice sounded restrained and uneven. It was odd, but I let it drop.

I finished my food and went to the sink to wash my plate.

"No, no. Bella, you washed it this morning. I'll do it now."

I looked at her, my expression asking her if she was sure.

"Bella, I'm positive."

I nodded. Her friendly attitude was foreign to me so I was still getting used to it. I turned my back and picked up my little kitty. I haven't spent much time with her. I went upstairs again, but I stopped before I entered the guest room. What was I going to do in there? I backed away and walked around aimlessly. I found myself before the door of the piano room. I had a sudden urge to play, to create, music. My hand lifted and reached towards the door. I was about to touch the knob when I heard the faint sound of crunching gravel.

I turned my head to the sound and descended down to the door. The other Cullens are here. I saw on the clock hanging on the wall that it was 2:45. They must have been dismissed at around 2:30. I set my kitten on the first step. The door swung open and the five Cullens gracefully stepped through the doorway.

"Esme, we're home!" I heard Emmett's voice resound through the house. None of them had noticed me at the foot of the stairs, until Alice caught my eye.

"Hi Bella!" Alice greeted me happily. The rest of their heads whipped towards me. I blushed slightly at the attention I was receiving. Rosalie's face turned furious and she stared me down with her menacing glare. I cringed visibly.

I was about to greet them when I heard Emmett gasp sharply, his wide eyes aimed at me. He took long strides towards his eyes still wide. Was he mad? Did I do something wrong? Either way, I'm in trouble.


There's Chapter 7. It's not much. I was completely hyped up about school. I had the best first day. I got some good teachers and got in the group one of my friends is in. AND we got let out early. HaHA. There was no water so we were sent out at ll:30! Only 3 hours and 30 min. of class and tomorrow we have the welcome assembly so that's minus one or two periods. YaY! So, great first day. Better than last years, for me anyway. I had tripped over my books in front of many people so that was a horrible start. Oh wells.

Anyway, Chapter 7 wasn't that good. I'll update Chapter 8 sometime. School has just started so not much is happening. But, from the point on, I'll probably update every week. I'll try. It's my first year of high school soo.. I don't know how school is going to be.

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